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Apr 2021
A tiny face, hiding in the corner, regretting everything they have done..unaccepting, unforgiving, unloving. Guilt creeping up to something they haven’t even done, what’s worse is the aftertaste. Feeling, but not thinking. Knowing, but not understanding. Falling into the hands of the devil.
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mey  14/F
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